The Irish standard., 1887-11-19

Kate said he, had you no letter
! from Fanny to-day?'
| CHAPTER XVII.
Our storv is told. Several years have
gone by since Sally Cavanagh was laid
in her grave, and the little house at the
foot of the mountain is a roofess ruin
But before saying good-by to the read
er, we shall take parting glance at
/, some Of the characters whom we have
introduced to him:
Mr.. Purcell is a fale ol man, little
to proud of bis broad acres, perhaps,
but a good neighbor' for all that, the
people say. We can notice no percepti-
bic change in Mrs. Purcell. We find
her ais busy as ever IN the congenial
work of feeding the hungry; for hun
ger. alas! still hovers around the noun
tain foot. Kate Purcell is a Sister OF
Mercy, but she left one to ill her place
in the home she loved. And her father
and mother have four bright eyed
grandchildren-a boy and three girls
to gladden. their hearts. Richard
called after Uncle Richard-S Sarah,
Kate and Fanny-little blue eyed,
golden haired Fanny--the loveliest lit.
tie fairy ever seen. Aunt Sarah lives
almost entirely at Rallyeorrig, On a
certain day every year enc and Mrs.
Purcell take long drive together.
Where they went was a secret at first,
but one day as Brian was returning
from c., he saw his own Car at the
gate Of P Chapel. Then he knew
the yearly drive was to Uncle Rich
ards grave. Mr.. O'Goman, who has
retired from business, is a frequent
visitor to the secluded valley, and see
ing his daughters happiness. maybe he
doesn't bless Father Paul! ...
Mrs. Haz' lit and Native put her
name drst-are happy as they deserve
to be, and that is saying about as much
as we could say, and Nancy, Tim
Croak aud Shawn Cow and Betty
are all well and doing WE'LL
Kitty Magrath's fortune placed
Josh Reddy (whose white hat is no way
altered} above the necessity Of earning
his bread as -muslcianer'-a great
godsend to the piper and fiddler. Josh
has a full half dozen Young musician
ers.' Tom, the eldest, at three years
old, astonished Father O'Gorman by
performing The sprig of Shillelagh'
Oh tin whistle. And the good priest
cherishes the hope that he will live to
see the choir revived by the Reddy
family. 4%;<
Z, Mr.. Mooney. after causing much
anxiety to his friends, found peace in
the arms of the fat one and can look
at sublime young ladies without be-
coming insane. Time appears to have
no power over Miss Evans. 1t was only
the other day Tim Croak was chatting
| with Matt Hazlitt at the little rustic
gate, while Mrs. HaZlitt was spreading
clothes on the privet~ hedge, when the
words good morning. Mrs. HazliJt,' iii
bell-]ike voice. made them turn
round. The brown ringlets floated in
the breeze as she passed, and Matt and
Tim stared admiringly after her.
'Begob, Matt,' says Tim Croak. put
ting his dhudeen into his pocket,
there's not feather out of her.
Miss Evans is still unmarried. But
as Captain Dawson is unmarried too,
We have some hopes chat she will not
die an old maid.
Has it not been said that an Irish
jaunting-car is 'uusocial?' There is
certainly nothing suggestive of unsoci-
ality about this one, which we see NOV
ing slowly along the mountain road
Look at the bright little lady with her
arm resting on the cushion over the
we'll and if we mistake not, her
shoulder leaning against the arm of the
sedate looking gentleman at the other
side.
What a capital farmers wife you
are, Fanny said he, as he lightly
touched al old goat sitting upon rock
by the roadside, with his whip-the
same ill-fayored old goat, we verify be-
lieve, to which Parson Stephens called
Sally Cayanagh's attention as she was
hurrylng to Mass the FIRST time he. saw
her. I find everything has got on dur
ing my absence. just as we'll as if
were at hOlne.'
sOh! but YOU must not be so long
away any more
Why, have only been one week
away
''Twss longer than year, said Fan
ny. We shall call her Fanny to the
end.
s'You did not see the young man who
was inquiring for me?'
No, I was over at Uncle Pdul's; but
Aunt Sarah did
He pulled up the horse suddenly as
they were passing the old church yard.
Some object inside seemed to excite his